A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

who picked the name

building with

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house

room all year round, no matter how beautiful

outside. His thin stature

almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not heard

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

nose twitched when he

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

her favorite food,” Mark

moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped

seemed it was better if he

call

give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

medicines from him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in to help put

she was done, Mark

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

doctor had almost

was still alive. He had lived two months longer than

glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

seemed like he had not heard

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

favorite food,”

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped and shook his

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was

not call her,”

have to give Cecilia

he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him

a nurse came in

done, Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

much like that of

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark”

in his dream was

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

point, Mark woke

room were white, just like the snowy

closed his eyes

felt he needed to

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia

gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

nurse

return home. He missed his home so

wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used

he couldn’t change anything for

he would never give up

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t

to stay strong

was finding it difficult to go back to

to make paper

told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it

he wanted to go there

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

back

a snowstorm on his way, so

pumpkin pies are still warm,”

Mark had been making and he pursed his

the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of your pumpkin

actually took

more than

in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes

to go back home and have a family reunion,”

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he could see that Mark was somehow

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

now, it was around

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter

broke into a

silly boy,”

concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

voice sounded

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

had given birth to a

which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week.

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

of his life.

Mark sniffed and put

duration of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s

and he did

great,” he said

the first day of the new

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one

back home to see

Angela’s Library

a glance would

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